ultraviolet

six

CONFLICT

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"G-GIRLFRIEND!?" ALL THE GIRLS yelled in the classroom, standing up from their seats in shock.

"WHOO! GET IT JUNGKOOK!" the boys cheered and hollered, clapping their hands and pumping their arms in the air.

Wow, what a crowd.

"Yup, she's my girlfriend," Jungkook smiled.

He was now at my back, and both his arms wrapped around my waist. I could feel his warm breath graze the crook of my neck as his chin rested upon my right shoulder. I kept my eyes glued straight ahead, staring at the group of whores huddling at the front of the class. Their faces started to grow red hot with anger and jealousy, and honestly, I wanted to throw up due to the amount of distress I was under.

"Noona, if you trust me and go along with it, you'll be fine," he whispered into my ear.

Then, his lips planted a kiss upon ny cheek.

"Woah, she really is your girlfriend..." said a guy in awe, his jaw dropped to the floor.

"Yeah, so I'd ask that all of you treat her kindly," Jungkook smiled. Although a second later,  his lips curved sourly, and he glared around the room at everybody.

"Or else."

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THROUGHOUT SKETCHING III, JUNGKOOK could not keep his eyes off of me. But, it wasn't the type of stare where his eyes would look up from the drawing pad and give me a seductive smirk. His smile was gentle, almost as if he were admiring me. And his eyes–oh, his dark chocolate eyes–despite the sunlight that shined onto his irises, they were soft and limerent. My face was left flushed as I observed him ardently the whole class time.

Next was math, one of the core classes I'm required to take along with science, which was right after. As I was stuffing my sketch pad inside my raggedy, old backpack as well as the plastic bag I had for a pencil bag, Jungkook sat up on the table, his hands resting flat on top to prop himself. I noticed pencil smudges on the outer curb of his right hand below his pinky, and his fingers were filled with stray calluses.

After all these years, I guess he's been working hard as both an artist and athlete.

I couldn't stop my heart from racing at this point as I thought about the kiss. I mean, who's heart wouldn't race after being kissed for the first time in his or her life? Supposedly, I can probably tell he's waiting for me at this point since he's just been staring off into the distance while kicking his dangling legs.

I sighed as I threw the strap of my backpack on my shoulder. "You coming or what?" I asked, grinning.

Jungkook pushed himself forward off the table, landing on his two feet. "Yup," he smiled, then cleared his throat with an ahem. "What's your next class, noona?"

"Math."

"I can take you there."

"You don't have to.."

"It's on the way to my next class."

"Jungkook, I'll be-"